Monday, June 6, 2005
"We thank thee then, O Father, for all things bright and good"
Keggers and myself spent an evening at the theatre. Pretty much the whole night. The damn thing went on for about 7 hours. It was an uneven show but when the bright spots came, they were very bright. There's a very specific energy that comes from the experience of live theatre. As stagey as much of it is, there's a certain emotion to it that seems less disingenuous than other entertainmnent mediums. The people are right there. You're hearing their voices. You're hearing those instruments. It's not a representation. There hasn't been a process through which the person's actual talent has been distorted for better or worse. It's there in its purest form. One of the night's highlights was the perfomance of "All Good Gifts" from Godspell. They dedicated it to a member of the cast of their original cast that died. Some of the background performers started to weep during the song. And it was really something because it wasn't a sort of moment that was engineered or anticipated or even professional. It just happened. They had a good show.
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